Since Twenty years have gone by I would like to submit the
story of the scariest place I've ever lived.
I have lived in many places that I consider haunted. Are spirits
attracted to certain types of people? I'm not sure, but
ghosts seem to like to mess with me for some reason. My
husband has never had anything happen to him, so is a non-
believer. I, on the other hand, have had many things
happen to me in many different places. The scariest place
being Mac Donough Hall in Plattsburgh, NY.
In 1984 I was a sophmore at S.U.N.Y. (State University of
New York) at Plattsburgh. My friend (let's call her Amy)
and I decided the spring before that we wanted to room
together in the fall. Since we were Freshmen when we put in
for dorm choice we got our last choice, Mac Donough Hall.
This dorm is a big old sprawling building (formerly a
mansion?) at the far end of campus with two large wings
that housed students. It is known to be haunted, there is
some tale of two grave stones being found there when they
were building it, then the next day the stones went missing
(I'm not completely sure of the whole story).
In the fall of '84 Amy and I moved into the second floor of
the west wing. The whole time I lived there I always felt
like someone was watching me. It was a constant looming,
menacing feeling. I never liked walking the halls alone,
it was a really bad feeling, this feeling of being
watched. I was never comfortable there.
Every single night the fire alarm went off, sometimes more than once. Of
course, everyone had to leave the building. There was no
explanation for these fire alarms, there was never a
fire.
One day while Amy and I watched, the washcloth on
our towel rack lifted up by itself and fell to the floor.
Ok, no big deal, not that scary. But what really freaked us
both out was the night something came into our room.
I was trying to fall asleep on the top bunk, Amy was
studying nursing below me. All-of-a-sudden I got that
feeling, sleep paralysis I think it's called, something
came over, was smothering my body so I could not move. I
have had this happen to me before in the house I grew up in
and knew I had to yell out, if I could, to get it off. So,
I yell out Amy's name and it goes away. She yells
out, "What?" and I don't recall if I told her what I felt
or not, but she tells me, "Something called out our
names!"
I didn't last much longer as her roommate, we fought over
something stupid and I moved out. We are still friends to
this day and see each other every summer at Cape Cod. A
couple years ago we were talking about Mac Donough Hall and
that night in particular and she says to me, "Remember how
I said it said both our names? Well, it didn't. It only
said your name, but I didn't want to scare you." Great!
I'm glad she didn't tell me back then! Tooo freaky. She
said it said my name quickly over and over "Mary Mary Mary
Mary" (not my real name). I often think about that creepy
old dorm and think one day I'd like to go back and check it
out again.
If anyone has had an experience in Mac Donough Hall please
email me.
Contact me here: RKelcraig@aol.com
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